Traditionally, this is time to relinquish the hold of the past year and begin to dream the new year. Good timing. There are all sorts of performative enactments to help you to let go of all the things that you want to discard, and envision – or open yourself to a vision – of how you want the new year to be. It will be very dark tonight, a good transition point. New projects and new thoughts emerge from darkness….
Woo-hoo! It’s my favorite day of the year! Fall-back, fall-back, it’s the time for fall-back! Finally. I’m not a morning gal. My natural rhythm would have me awake until about 2 a.m. and sleeping until 10 a.m. Moms don’t get to do that. Still, my morning routine is streamlined to take advantage of every possible minute more of sleep. Clothes are laid out the night before, and all the rest. I can get ready to go in 20 minutes flat,…
I’ve added a page here so that you can explore the books I added to Facebook even if you’re not on. You can sort by title or author to see the range. It defaults to last-added. I’m zombied-out and depressed about the car and my limited choices for what to do about it. So yesterday I added books to a Facebook application, and today I’m moving things around in my house. (Inner monologue: “We need more light in here. Should…
My friend Amanda innocently suggested that I join her in adding the visual bookshelf application to my Facebook page. Little did she know that it’s just the sort of thing I would latch onto when I’m bummed out. I guess it’s better than some of the alternatives. I’ve already listed well over a thousand books that I’ve already read, and more than a hundred that I want to read. It’s ridiculous, because that doesn’t even begin to really address the…
It turns out that my car has no collision insurance. Oh, yay.
Ok, I’m an idiot. I left work early today because I still had a pounding headache. At about 12:30, I was backed up in a line of traffic, at a full stop, for a red light across a busy intersection. To my right was a scruffy-looking guy that looked to be the right age to be holding a sign saying “Homeless Vietnam Vet.” (You may start the bleeding-heart liberal jokes at any time.) I rolled down the passenger-side window, and…